A battle where there can be no winners -- WHO wins, Flying Shark VS. Flying Crocodile |
A battle where there can be no winners -- WHO wins, Flying Shark VS. Flying Crocodile |
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![]() Hyper Frame ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Paragon Caste Posts: 489 Joined: 12-October 03 From: Brooklyn, NY Member No.: 67 ![]() |
-------------------- "So this Zealot comes to my door, all glazed eyes and clean reproductive organs, asking me if I ever think about God. So I tell him I killed God. I tracked God down like a rabid dog, hacked off his legs with a hedge trimmer, raped him with a corncob and boiled off his corpse in an acid bath. So he pulls an alternating-current taser on me and tells me that only the Official Serbian Church of Tesla can save my polyphase intrinsic electric field, known to non-engineers as 'the soul.' So I hit him. What would you do?" -- Warren Ellis, Transmetropolitan
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![]() Hyper Frame ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Paragon Caste Posts: 489 Joined: 12-October 03 From: Brooklyn, NY Member No.: 67 ![]() |
I'll agree with you that the interviews were absolutely retarded, but I thought the original commercial was cute, satirically mocking old violent kids' shows. When sock puppets are introduced to anything, its comedic death warrant may as well be signed, but the animated commercial was witty. Unfortuntely, you can't see it anymore :/ Not on the site. Regardless, I put this up here just for fun, not to cause you or anyone else any discomfort.
And, hey, they managed to keep Cowboy Bebop on. Can't be all bad. ![]() The notion of idiots controlling the entertainment -- or any other -- industry is of absolutely no shock. Momentarily disregarding TV, let's look at music. What's considered quality music these days? "He was a skater boy/my girlfriend dumped me/I'm going to slit my wrists because no one likes me/growing up was hard and terrible at best." Intellectual persuit immediately went out the door for emotional gratification through sympathy, which is horrible. Any generation of thinkers that may have existed in the past has been entirely whiped out by the need to sniffle on a baby blanket and have every person within their inherent Whiner's Radar comfort whatever mundane problem they seem to have trouble tackling. The victim in this of course is: learning, knowledge, rational thought. I'm a philosophy major, so to me, this is extremely disappointing. Nietzsche said it best, "it disappoints me every time that the majority lack an intellectual conscience." Anyway, enough ranting. If I'm not making sense, let's blame the nicotine fit :D -------------------- "So this Zealot comes to my door, all glazed eyes and clean reproductive organs, asking me if I ever think about God. So I tell him I killed God. I tracked God down like a rabid dog, hacked off his legs with a hedge trimmer, raped him with a corncob and boiled off his corpse in an acid bath. So he pulls an alternating-current taser on me and tells me that only the Official Serbian Church of Tesla can save my polyphase intrinsic electric field, known to non-engineers as 'the soul.' So I hit him. What would you do?" -- Warren Ellis, Transmetropolitan
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